"The poor bones by the Wuding River are like those in a spring boudoir's dream."
Whether it's the seven-year-old Monday Cup or the seventeen-year-old Zhou Cup, after hearing Qiao Wuding's name for the first time, this poem came to mind. But what he didn't expect was that many years later, this poem would almost become a prophecy for the two of them.
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